The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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The only Love, or Love's Philosophy
To all but you I finde
Cupid hath struck me blinde;
All others I refrayne;
The sight is in the Brayne.
If touch and not know when,
Touching is nothing then;
None Else I heare, t'is so,
For hearing is to know.
Ladies' perfumes are dead,
Not Vapor'd to my head;
And kisses taste in Vayne,
Not movinge of my Brayne.
Cupid hath struck me blinde;
All others I refrayne;
The sight is in the Brayne.
If touch and not know when,
Touching is nothing then;
None Else I heare, t'is so,
For hearing is to know.
Ladies' perfumes are dead,
Not Vapor'd to my head;
And kisses taste in Vayne,
Not movinge of my Brayne.
So all my Senses bee
Devoted all to thee;
No Speties can come in,
For you fill all within.
Your Motions' figur'd Coler,
My Brayne can not be fuller;
Thus there can be no roome
For others then to come.
Thou fill'st to where thou art
All Pattion in my hart;
And makes it pantinge move
You onely for to love.
Devoted all to thee;
No Speties can come in,
For you fill all within.
Your Motions' figur'd Coler,
My Brayne can not be fuller;
Thus there can be no roome
For others then to come.
Thou fill'st to where thou art
All Pattion in my hart;
And makes it pantinge move
You onely for to love.
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